Changing perceptions -- COVID love

Some of the notes for Father's Day

gathered together.

Marker on sticky notes

Not exactly art -- but hey! These

were all over our small house --

not clumped like this. It was a happy day.

Barbara Muir © 2021

At one of my early jobs I worked for a woman who was a sticky note freak.
I sympathize with her now, because I think she was massively overwhelmed
by working life, and thought she had to write every thought she ever
had down on a sticky note (also known as post-it notes) and put them on the
bulletin board.  She had a bulletin board that covered one wall of our small office.

I'd come in in the morning to see 50 new notes about that day's tasks, and
instantly feel nervous, and annoyed. We did our jobs, and she quit after a few
months -- but that experience "stuck" with me -- (pardon the pun). 

Until now.  (Trumpets playing.) My husband and I are each other's only 

companions in our house since one of the earlier Lockdowns.  We're on way 

different schedules. He's an early riser, I'm a night owl, and I usually teach
my once-a-week class at night.  So one night I just started writing love notes
on sticky notes and put them everywhere I thought Steven might see them
in the morning.

He loved that, and wrote a bunch back to me.  On the milk carton in the
fridge I found "You sustain me."  I mean. Aw. So sweet.  

I'm showing you some of the Father's Day notes.  After this second set of

notes I thought maybe I better stop, maybe they're not recyclable, but

from what I've read they are.  Meanwhile this exchange made us happy.
Who knew -- younger self.

I moved from sticky notes to writing things like "You are awesome" on

big sheets of paper, or making cards, and I have even done posters.

Keeping the happy vibe going.  A challenge.  I can't wait until we get

our second vaccines, and break out of our house to join the wide world.
Until then -- as I tell my students -- words are powerful.

Have a loving your life day.